Page 35 of When You're Home
She moved her hands from his chest to his stomach, delicately outlining the etches of his muscles. She knew he was a little ticklish there. His lips turned up in a smile before he opened his eyes.
“Good morning, beautiful,” he greeted her, his voice still heavy with sleep.
“Oh, did I wake you?” Tori asked innocently, placing both hands against his stomach as she hooked a leg around his lower body. She felt his erection through his joggers against her inner thigh.Good morning, indeed.His chest lifted under her hands when he laughed.
“Come here, you,” he said as he pulled her closer. His lips found hers as they embraced.
“Rhett,” she tried to get his attention in between kisses. He was ravenous this morning, though, nipping and kissing her lips like she was the air he breathed.
“Everhett,” she tried again. He didn’t stop kissing her, but he moved lower to kiss along the column of her neck, freeing her to keep talking.
“I just wanted to tell you that last night was amazing. It was perfect. I loved it.” Rhett stilled. She felt him exhale against her neck. She had uttered the “L” word without overthinking it. She was acutely aware of his reaction to hearing it.I said what I said,she thought to herself, not brave enough to repeat it. “Thank you for everything,” she added instead. “I’m going to remember last night for the rest of my life.”
“You’re welcome, V. You know I just want to make you happy.” His face was still buried in her neck, his voice muffled and laced with emotion. The stubble on his chin tickled her collarbone.
A pang of guilt burrowed into the pit of her stomach as Tori held back saying anything else. Instead she pushed her body into his, forcing him to roll onto his back. She hoisted herself up and straddled his lap as she ran her tongue across the hollow of his throat.
“I wish it could always be like this.” He spoke so softly she didn’t know if his admission was for her or more for himself. She was well-versed in shutting down Rhett’s emotional advances. She knew she should cut him off at the pass right now, but for some reason, she couldn’t bring herself to do it.
Her voice trembled with vulnerability when she finally replied. “I know. Me too,” she admitted.
He pulled her head back gently, meeting her gaze and reaching up to brush her hair out of her face. Neither one of them dared push the other to say anything else. Instead they drank each other in, trapped in each other’s orbit, their eyes admitting the depth of their truth.
Something unspoken passed between them. Suddenly it all felt like too much. She didn’t want to take back what she said, but she couldn’t allow herself to say anything else either. She couldn’t let him fully scale the walls she’d carefully constructed over all these years. She couldn’t let him hope.
She had to do something to prevent things from escalating. Tori found his lips again, pushing her tongue into his mouth like her life depended on it. She let out a soft moan when he responded, his tongue teasing and tasting her in return.
She reached down to press her hands along the hard lines of his chest. She loved the sharpness of his body, the crevices that felt so familiar yet still so exciting. She dug her nails into his shoulders, then lowered her head to kiss the side of his throat.
He let out the sexiest noise—a mix between a sigh and a grunt. His vocalization urged her to continue trailing kisses down his chest. He shifted beneath her, adjusting himself as she worked her way down his body.
She felt the tickle of a small patch of chest hair against her lips. She licked one of his nipples and glanced up to make eye contact with him. She knew before looking that his eyes would be on her. What she wasn’t expecting was the depth of his gaze. There was heat, but his blue-grey eyes also sparkled with reverence. It was a look of lust mingled with adoration. That look sent a wave of wanting right down to her core. Her clit throbbed in response.
She continued to work her way down his body, running her teeth against the solid muscle under his stomach and hooking her fingers into the waistband of his sweatpants. He tasted like ocean air and something distinctly Rhett. He smelled intoxicatingly like home.
“You ready for me, Ev? I’m about to blow your mind,” she promised as she clawed at the waistband of his pants. He moaned his approval, then lifted his hips to give her easier access. She peeled his pants all the way off and discarded them on the floor. She sat back on her knees and smiled at him before pulling off her own shirt.
Tori ran her hands along the crease of his hips, right where the top of his legs met his trim waist. She admired his length standing erect and glistening with a hint of precum on the crown. She wrapped one hand around his dick and offered him one more salacious smile.
She heard his breathing hitch as she took his penis into her mouth. She felt his hips buck slightly in encouragement. She knew the sensation of her lips sealed around him drove Rhett insane. That was the goal: pleasure him to the brink, distract him from everything besides her touch. She swirled her tongue around the tip, pressing back and forth against the ridge of his head. She took in as much of him as she could throat, using her hand to rub up and down the rest of his shaft. She hollowed her cheeks around him, moaning as his length hit the back of her throat.When she felt his hips begin to move in rhythm to her mouth she doubled down: sucking harder, stroking faster.
“Tori,” he groaned in exertion. She knew he was holding back, trying to make it last. She could tell by the huskiness of his voice. “I’m not gonna last long after last night,” he confessed, reaching down and gently brushing a section of hair from her face.
Tori couldn’t help but smile as she thought back to last night. He had made her come hard in the car before the show. Then she had worked herself into a frenzy dancing and grinding up against him. She was so hot for him by the time they left the concert. With last night top of mind, she resumed her efforts to drive him to the edge now.
“Tori,” he warned again, his voice low. “I want to be inside you,” he begged.
She felt the same need, recognizing her desire to physically connect with him after all the weeks they had spent apart. She released his dick from her mouth, placing a soft kiss on the head before crawling up his body.
“I need to feel you inside me, too,” she admitted, peppering his neck and jaw with kisses. Rhett found her lips and kissed her with a fervor she hadn’t felt since they were in high school. He flipped her over on the mattress, pressing his body into her pelvis with need. Their frantic scramble to connect reminded her of how it had been years ago.
Her mental walk down memory lane was cut short when he shifted down the bed. Her entire body snapped to attention when she unexpectedly felt the flat of his tongue press against her opening.
“Are you with me, V?” he asked as he peered up at her from between her thighs. Of course he could tell when she wasn’t completely in the moment. He knew her so damn well.
“I’m with you,” she promised, arching her back to close the space between Rhett’s mouth and her core. He didn’t need any more encouragement. He licked her from her opening to her clit, switching from soft and slow to quick, targeted flicks of his tongue. His tongue dipped in and out of her at an unhurried pace. She felt his fingers spread her open, exposing her, teasing her with what was to come.
She had missed him so much over the last six weeks. Feeling his mouth rhythmically working her over now only deepened that longing. She shifted her hips against him, matching the pace he had set. She was practically fucking his face. With each movement, she felt her body climb higher. He moved his hands under her ass, propping her up and giving him even deeper access. She glanced down at his head buried between her thighs as the promise of release started to build.
